Texty:
Veirs Laura Carbon Glacier

I?m a chimney sweeping man You see the black lines On the backs of my hands I planted all the gardens I sent off all the hand-typed letters To the empty

My wooden vibrating mouth Sing me your lover?s song Come with me we?ll head up north Where the rivers run icy and strong The empty theater is lying

Watch, i can flash across the sky A lightning bolt from up on high And i can crash into myself Now a flower blooms in reverse And a song takes back a

Riptide pulls me out into the open sea My toes dangle for a place to stand and be Oh starry night come and chart a course Or send me a boat with an

I saw the violet turn to night I saw the water turn to ice A thousand snowflakes hovered ?round me The world aglow I heard a distant songbird singing

With photographs And magnetic tape We capture Pretty animals in cages Pretty flowers in vases Enraptured And doesn?t the tree Write great poetry? Doing

Dead eye from the wood of life Hold the ropes and the rigging lines Red-eye a.m. Here i lie Shipwreck passing underneath What of the sailor and her spinning